I see my grandmother
fast asleep
her eyes closed
her breathing light as a feather
and I'm stuck in a quicksand
of nostalgia,
going deeper and deeper.

her soft hand under mine
her wrinkles like some stream
in the lost forest
flowing gently lovingly and languidly
to a whole new world
beyond time;
ageless.

I remember she carried me in her arms
like no one else would
just a little more than a motherly touch; divinity.
she traced her fingers across my face
her fingers as fragile as my own infantly skin
toiled with years of pain and experience to make that single touch....